techiehux:

Techie squeaked and almost dropped it, catching it again and steadying it upon his lap. “H-Hux! I, ah, I j-just- wanted t-to try it,” he said weakly, eyebrows scrunched up together.

After a little pause, he asked, cautiously optimistic, “W-was I any g-good?”

He bit his lip and took a deep, shuddering breath. Okay. He could do this. On the count of one, two, three-! Techie raised it to his lips and began to play; mournful, sorrowful.

Once, twice, he faltered and lost his groove, sweating profusely and pulse hammering. But once he closed his eyes and all the audience melted away… Ah, then he played like music was what kept him breathing!